Please, you don't need to flatter me. Mal ruffled my hair and Dom even tried to call me sport.
[ Tried, as in he did it twice and after Arthur bodily cringed, he stopped. Mal, however, continued to muss his hair and then carefully finger comb it back into place. Arthur let her. No one's done that to him since then. ]
Look, someone has to keep on everyone's case. I'd be less of a pain if people stayed on track.
[ Not entirely true but here they are. Being a huge pain is practically in his job description. Arthur takes a careful sip of his tea, mulling everything over. There's a weight that still sits in his stomach, a gnawing worry that he's not going to be able to pull this off. That his damnable defensiveness is going to rear up and spoil it all. Because Eames is right, he's shit at touching and affection and anything that veers towards an emotional category. ]
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Date: 2018-06-16 05:53 pm (UTC)[ Tried, as in he did it twice and after Arthur bodily cringed, he stopped. Mal, however, continued to muss his hair and then carefully finger comb it back into place. Arthur let her. No one's done that to him since then. ]
Look, someone has to keep on everyone's case. I'd be less of a pain if people stayed on track.
[ Not entirely true but here they are. Being a huge pain is practically in his job description. Arthur takes a careful sip of his tea, mulling everything over. There's a weight that still sits in his stomach, a gnawing worry that he's not going to be able to pull this off. That his damnable defensiveness is going to rear up and spoil it all. Because Eames is right, he's shit at touching and affection and anything that veers towards an emotional category. ]
You think we're gonna be able to do this?